Room with a view... eh...

Some say I have it made, I say they don't have a clue. If they did they would know that living a half of a life is one just made for us few fools. Some say I have the best of both worlds, I say I don't fit fully in either. Some say I get to have my cake and eat it too. I say, but I have no place to clean the dish. My Plate is full, but my hunger never dies. Living in constant limbo, waiting and praying for the other foot to fall. I hide from the reality of life, Never wanting to feel again, I face this all alone from my room with a view...